November 13, 1992 (age 15)

Well, I didn't get my kid today. That is quite a disappointment. I am getting a male flour bag baby on Sunday, November 15, 1992. My Aunt Tracy is going to bring some baby clothes for him to wear and also a bottle and pacifier. I am going to have the cutest kid. I just don't know where I'm going to find a head. I don't have any male doll heads lying around and I can't think of anything else to use.
I feel kind of weird that Keeler is going to be Dylan's kid too. Maybe this is kind of selfish, but I might want Keeler all to myself.

GOOD GOD! He's not even a real baby. What am I saying????

I asked Dylan today if he wanted to be the father of my child. He said yes. Not like he was bored or annoyed, but like he was excited. He doesn't like my baby's name. He says, "It's not that I don't like it, it's just different."

Duh. That's exactly what I was trying to accomplish.

Now I have a question for you. I know you can't answer, but . . . Why does everyone make such a big honkin' deal if you use someone else's toothbrush or chew ABC gum? I mean really. What's the big deal? It's just someone else's spit and spit isn't like a contaminated sustance or anything. It's just a liquid with enzymes that helps breaks down food in preparation for digestion. (Yes, I did take Biology.)

I don't see any problem with it. If you french kiss someone, you are getting the same effect, you're just getting it at its source when you kiss. I don't know. I have just been wondering. Dylan and Leslie have let me use their toothbrushes before and I've chewed and let other people chew my gum that's already been chewed.

Right now, my neck is killing me. I was head banging yesterday to a song by Metallica and ever since, my neck has been sore. Ouch! It hurts.

Yesterday, Mikey broke it off with his girlfriend--for good. No more of their little escapades in the closets, I guess. She left school early today because she was so sad.

Well, I gotta go. I didn't even mean to mention Mikey. It just happened.